STAR GUIDE

My inspiration comes through the day
Create of a sudden
Not much I think in theory
Go right in the hustle.

The multitude of words I loose pack
Suddenly the scratch paper
Like a gear
Tosca for a boat.

Girl of the eyes of poets
A star I conquer
God gave me all day.

Without it I'm dead
Inert as a wall tibia
Oh inspiration, do you my guiding star!